MK gets off her motorcycle and kicks at the wheels. I can hear her mutterting to herself as she examines the bike. I stand there for a second and watch her try to tinker with the motor. I watch her take off her helmet and set it by her feet as she goes straight into messing with the motor, not even caring about her long black hair being staticy and messy. Although she pulls it off.
"Hey! Hey, princess!"
I snap back into reality and look around. MK sighs.
"Are you really that full of yourself? You can't even help a little? Or are you worried you're going to get your hands a little dirty?" She walks back over to me chuckling to herself, good to know someone finds her funny. She walks her bike over to me. "It's toast" The motor gives a little puff before going dead silent.
"Well I don't know anything about motorcycles"
"No really? I had no idea."
I roll my eyes. "Ha ha your sarcasm is even funnier the 20th time around"
"Oh? So princess laughed at my joke?"
"Youre so fucking pathetic" I look down and try to hide my smile, I've never said that line in a happy way before.
"Aw are you really afraid of little old me?" She bats her eyes up at me.
"At this point I should be, you are vicious MK." I poke her forehead and she quickly gets her beanie out of her pocket.
"Game recognizes game, now help me fix my bike princess" She says putting her beanie back on then getting serious again.
"I don't know how to fix a fucking bike MK!" I cross my arms and roll my eyes.
"Calm down, would you? I know how to fix it I just need a toolbox, you know what that looks like?"
"Yes, but I don't know where it is, we have to wait till Greg gets home, but you have to ask him yourself" I turn away and start towards the front door, MK catches up from behind.
"What, I dont want to talk to Greg, I hate talking to new people."
"Well, it's either you talk to Greg or you don't fix your bike, I can't talk to him since my lawyers are boycotting me for a week since I cut their pay, but they'll be back. They always are." I get my keys out from my bag and we walk in. "Welcome to my house I guess, don't touch anything"
"Riiiiight, I so wont be touching anything here" Her eyes dart around to all of the expensive vases and decorations.
"Honestly if it's anything of Greg and Judy's I don't really care."
Her eyes light up "YES"
I look away and laugh to myself, MK gets too cocky if she sees someone actually finds her funny. I walk upstairs to my room. "MK, come on I wanna show you my room"
She puts down the crystal bowl she was putting into her bag and runs up the stairs.
"Okay but for real, can you like not steal anything in my room? All my possessions are mine" I say opening the door to my ocean blue room.
She walks in and starts laughing. I dart my eyes back at her.
"What? You laugh like a dying rat with strep throat."
She's bent over laughing "Sorry I- I- just" She starts laughing again.
"Whatever" I laugh at her briefly and sit back on my bed.
She catches her breath "Okay, okay. You want to know what's so funny?" She says sitting on my desk chair rolling towards me.
"Not really but if you really want to tell me why you were dying over there I would love to hear it"
"I just realized I'm in your house, and it's not because I'm here to steal anything!" She laughs again and looks down thinking about that fact.
I take a minute to think. That random thief girl is actually inside my house, and I don't want her to leave. Actually the opposite, everytime she talks I for some reason find myself leaning in to listen and look at her. I- I'm not supposed to give a crap about other peoples opinions! Because no ones opinion matter but mine. And MK's. But it's only because
"I think you're growing on me"
I look up at her and she stops laughing and looks at me.
"So you... like me?" She says squinting her eyes and wheeling my desk chair closer to where I'm sitting on the edge of my bed.
I feel my face turn bright red, my eyes getting big. I dart my eyes around. What? Do I- Do I like MK? Well, I hadn't really thought of it that way, she is kind of, really-
"You do! Haha hashtag BFF's forever!!! Oh we should get matching heart necklaces where you get one half and I get the other! Oh oh and we should start a podcast together!" She starts laughing mocking all the things best friends do. Best friends? No, no, no she's not my best friend.
Is that what she meant to say? So she doesn't think of it like-
Of course she doesn't! Why would I even consider that?
Why would I-
Why wouldn't she-
No it makes sense. We're great friends! I would be better off just erasing the thought of...that. The thought of her lips, her face, her eyes, her smile, her stupid little sarcastic quips.
I just have to forget about that.
But I don't want her to be my friend, because friends aren't allowed to feel this way. If she knew I even thought that stupid thought it would ruin whatever this connection is we have. And I really like this connection, which is why I just have to
Forget about it.
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who does she think she is?! (MKULIA)
RomansaHere we follow Julia, who is very lesbian for MK she just doesn't know it yet.
